“Look forward.” They say. “Focus on what comes next. Not on what came before.” I want to do that. I just can’t. Not until...

“Look forward.” They say. “Focus on what comes next. Not on what came before.” I want to do that. I just can’t. Not until I find that book, hand it over, and make Isabelle see that even when things were at their bleakest, she was there. Make her understand that she’s always been with me. Right from the very start.